on ghosts
I was afraid- Afraid of the emptiness. Afraid of the silence. Afraid of my ghosts. Now they're here. We can share laughter, Talk about old times, It's not so bad.- Bishop Allen (Ghosts are Good Company)
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When she mentioned your name,
the awkward boy on the couch across from me motions between me and our mutual friend,
I told her to call me when you got together. God, I still remember when-
I tune out as he tells a story about my junior year biology class.
Jesus. That's six years ago. Six years? Six years and this kid across from me turns 18 on Monday.
When did I get so old?
When did I become that person people used to remember from high school?
I need out of this town, fast.
posted by penny at 10:17 PM
1 Comments:
Sweetie,
Sorry I haven't been around lately. I'm working on getting that solved. At any rate, I know how you feel on the whole age thing. I've wondered that for some time; it alway shocks me to think that it's been so long since we were in High School, even... And to think, just how long ago was it that you and I met? Was it going on 8 years now? Surely not... Surely... was it?
All I can say for sure is, I'm glad I met you back then, and I'm glad we've been such good friends throughout all this time -- even when we lose touch now and then. *heart*
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